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My head's spinning and I'm done, I've had enough The days are blending and the memories are turning to mush I've lost my purpose and my heart's folding in on itself And I'm running with my tail in my mouth No idea where I'm headed And I don't get surprised when I don't see the horizon growing And I'm sinking in my bed Ten feet in, already swimming with the fishes So I wait for the hook that'll end me or make me a real musician I hate my clothes I hate my hair I hate my music and the shoes I wear I'm sick of waiting and I'm sick of being sick Where's my mind when I need to think? Think? My heart is empty for your longing It's beating for the keeping or the staying or the leaving I sit and watch you write your letters I know that they deliver to the hands of their holder You bite the nails of the hands I hold so don't be surprised when we're cold